When we write
Words, ink-dribbled, spurt worlds new
Splash living hues unto minds’ canvases, hearts’ recesses
Craft joy-filled crests and pain-swarmed creases
Upon soul and flesh, temporal and eternal
When we write
We wreck spheres, ignite ruckus, wage war
We lance status-quo, impale swinging license, smash sensuous stances
We maraud minarets, pillage brothels, upturn oppressors’ cash-tables
When we write, we let a truth-starved world know
That Christ Is Revolution
Ikenna Alexander Nwachukwu